This choice: Start Practice- With Ken Somehow • Go Back... Ashley, captain that she was, wasted no time stomping over and scooping Ken up into her hand. This action, while simple and swift to her, was daunting and devastating to its victim. Ken saw the truck sized fingers to the preteen volleyball star come at him full speed, before wrapping around him with rapid dexterity and only a hint of gentleness. Her fingers painfully constricted around Ken’s body and didn't let go as he was raised up level with the girls’ peering planetoid eyes. While her grip was painful, and Ken could swear he heard is bones creaking under the pressure, he honestly didn't feel anything broken or bleeding. He briefly recalled reading that the shrinking process might slightly increase his physical durability, though he wasn't in the mood to test it out.
“A-ashley! Loosen your grip a bit!” Ken managed to choke out in a yell.
“Alright girls, we still have to practice,” Ashley spoke, deafening and virtually ignoring Ken, though her grip around the tiny teen did loosen a small bit.
“But what about Ken?” Jackie cried out, her voice sounding a bit disappointed as the focus shifted back to Volleyball and away from the boy who was now no bigger than her toe.
“Well I expect him the coach as usual,” Ashley said matter-of-factly, looking down at Ken with judgmental eyes.
“O-oh course I will!” Ken stuttered out. He honestly had no idea how he would make this work, but the look in Ashley’s eyes strongly implied something bad might happen if Ken refused. Ken sat or hung in Ashley’s grip as it where, in tense silence for a while after he replied, several gruesome images coming through his mind. He suddenly felt that he was too trusting in believing that these girls where mature and wouldn't abuse his size, now that they were in control.
“Okay girls, we’ll be playing a practice game!” Ashley called out, shocking Ken out of his state of thought.
“Wait, how will that work with coach so bug-sized?” Kimberly inquired. Ken knew the girl had a point, usually in scrimmage games, Ken would stand-in for one side, due to the team consisting of five girls. However, at his new size, standing in would be a bit tough.
“Oh, I still expect him to play like he usually does, right coach?” Ashley turned towards Ken and gave him another glare, one that implied awful things if he refused.
“Y-yes, Ashley,” Ken replied swiftly, he did his best not to think of what awful things Ashley’s eyes implied.
“Then it’s settled,” Ashley commented, before addressing the rest of the girl’s in a surprisingly authoritative voice, “Alright girls, listen up! Kimberly, Katelyn, you’re on this side with the coach,” Ashley commanded gesturing with her unoccupied hand, “Jackie, Jordan, you’re with me.”
Without wasting any time, Ashley strolled over to the center of the volleyball court and set Ken back down and the dusty, dirty hardwood floor. She extended up to full height, looking down on him like a distant sun, a slight smile curling over her lips at the power she know held over him. She held her position above Ken, hands on her hips, for a few seconds, letting him bask in his own insignificance, before ducking under the net to her own side of the court. To Ken’s left and right Kimberly and Katelyn flanked him. Despite being two of the shorter members of the team, they still towered like titanic skyscrapers. Ken couldn’t help but gulp as he not only saw and heard the rubber soles of both girl’s tennis shoes, slowly drumming against the floor, but also felt the vibrations shudder through the ground below him and shiver through his body. If either of these girls’ took one wrong step he’d end up a small stain on the cold wooden floors. It would seem that Ashley too, took note of this.
“Kimberly! Katelyn! Take off your shoes, the last thing we want is our coach getting stomped flat before practice is over.”
The two preteens complied without question, although it would appear Katelyn was a little hesitant at first. Ken saw Kimberly’s feet come down, each truck-sized appendage clad in a monstrous sock which extended up to her knees, before giving way to her toned and surprisingly muscled thighs. Glancing back to the other side, Ken could see why Katelyn was a little apprehensive. He hadn’t seen it when practice had started, being too caught up in the shrink ray, but Katelyn wasn’t wearing socks. Instead of her feet being clothed in the normal knee-high volleyball socks, they were completely bare. Specks of dirt and grim from the floor had already begun collecting on her soles, Ken saw as she rocked back onto her heels.
“Katelyn! Where are your socks?” Ashley called over authoritatively, causing Katelyn to wince a bit as she was called attention to.
“It’s laundry day, I didn't have anymore clean socks left,” Katelyn replied in a quiet, embarrassed voice, but one that seemed perfectly audible to the team’s captain.
“Okay, that shouldn't be a problem I suppose,” Ashley replied as she lifted up the volleyball and prepared to start the game, “Okay, best out of three wins. I expect Ken, being our coach, should be able to win. If his team should loose, they will face punishment.” Ashley noted coldly.
Normally, Ken would have blown his whistle to start the game, but as he was shrunken that wasn't a possibility. Instead Ken heard Ashley shouting “Begin,” followed by the deafening crash of her stomping her foot down in place of the usual whistle. Ken feel back on his ass and swallowed fearfully, he couldn't help but imagine himself beneath the rubber treads of Ashley’s colossal foot, his life ended in a fraction of a second as any other bug’s would. Ken was so deep in though that he didn't even see Ashley serving the ball over to his side, until a shadow began forming over his body. Looking up Ken cowered as the bright lights of the gym were shrouded by a descending asteroid.
Suddenly something warm and soft slide into him like an out-of-control sports car and sending him tumbling back as it came to a stop just inches away. He heard the sound of the ball reverberating off someone’s hands and looked up to see Kimberly’s sock clad foot mere inches from his face. As Ken breathed quickly in a panic, he became aware of an unpleasant scent radiating off of Kimberly’s socks in warm waves. Judging by the look of the white socks, Kimberly hadn’t had a chance to wash them since the team’s last practice, resulting in a dry scent of sweat that clung to the cotton. Ken did his best to back away from the sock, having completely forgotten about the game being played. Distantly, the volleyball was returned to his side. Ken was too focused on the sock-clad foot before him which had now lifted up, causing specks of dirt and debris to fall to the floor while the rest found themselves entangled in the fibers of the preteen’s sock. Ken watched in awe as Kimberly lifted her foot, a simple, yet humbling action that Ken couldn’t take his eyes off of. A fraction of a second later, the foot shifted, casting an ominous shadow over Ken. The tiny boy barely had time to yelp before he was buried under the soft cotton, the weight of the colossal girl, putting substantial pressure on him. Then just as suddenly as it had come, it removed itself.
Looking up Ken saw Kimberly recoiling sharply away. Apparently she had felt him when she stepped down and immediately removed her foot to avoid stomping down. Unfortunately this action had sent her falling backwards. The Asian girl landed with a thud on her posterior and soon after the volleyball landed just next to her, resulting in a point for the opposition. As Kimberly got up to retrieve the ball, she rubbed her butt in an attempt to ease the pain. Ken was aware of both girls glaring at him with frustration as he sheepishly remained in his assigned position.
Once the ball was retrieved, Kimberly served it back to the other team without a hitch. It was immediately returned to its sender by Jackie. Kimberly bounced it back, while Ken backpedaled to avoid her sock-clad feet. He was so intent on getting away from the Asian titaness, with whom no love seemed to be lost, that he had forgotten about Katelyn’s barefoot presence on the field. The tall, yet timid girl had been dutifully playing with a more defensive orientation, ensuring that the group didn’t lose due to their coaches inability to play. As she saw the ball again returning, this time towards the center of the court, she shuffled over, eyes locked on the ball and returned it.
Unfortunately for Ken, in the process of moving away from Kimberly, Ken ended up colliding with the warm, soft flesh of Katelyn’s big toe. This time, instead of flying away from the toe though, a combination of slick sweat and Katelyn’s constant movement, caused him to slip over the top of Katelyn’s toe. Ken flailed around wildly, unaware of where he was. He caught the whiff of cheese sweat as his tried to catch a handhold, only to have his fingers slip as they fell upon the wrinkled flesh between Katelyn’s toes. Ken was gripped painfully as Katelyn’s toes tightened, a reflexive movement the girl had developed whenever she returned a volley. As the ball hit the gym floor on the other side, signaling a point for Ken’s team, Katelyn’s toes unclenched, letting the teen’s inch tall form fall to the dirty floor. Lying between Katelyn’s toes, Ken struggled to regain the energy to move, around him beads of sweat the size of beach balls had begun to form through a combination of hard work and embarrassment. Katelyn’s embarrassment was only added to when she errantly glanced down and saw Ken between her toes. She quietly raised her foot, allowing Ken to practically crawl back to his position.
The shrunken substitute coach heaved a deep breath as he prepared himself for the final volley in this practice game. Then again there wasn’t much that he could do to help the girl’s win, not at his size. For his sake, he hopes Katelyn and Kimberly had been practicing as hard as everyone else.
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